From thepassionate bonds of darkness --- After the streaming eyes cease to drop down tears how much leisure is found really to this restless life. Memories of the sweet experiences are flinging on  the early dawns and the notes of life are dancing on fine tunes. The entire space of the world is feeling ecstasy in sheer excitement for the weaving waves of southern breezes . The peace is spread on the earth space like a white loin cloth and it will open doors for fresh and new thoughts . The pure, soft and delicately tuned music is spreading the facet of love affectionately till the far end corners . The restless pilgrim is not feeling surpassed for the enjoyment on outer layers or for the attraction of the colourful rainbow and also not at all dipped in the ocean of ecstasy. He has not turned as a worshipper for any of the love glances or worked as a composer for the sorrowful song. Like a traveller filled with mute desire, he concentrates more, on the last tender leaves of the life. He also gets ready for immolating himself, for achieving his desired goals.  He desires strongly to skip away from the spews of snake hoods that pour poison out of sheer selfishness. and from the shackles of desires, and finally from the passionate bonds of darkness . -------- Telugu: Gottipati arasimhaswamy Trans/Eng; R.Purushothamarao Swathi mutyalu— (collection of poetry